Making boxes is one of the fundamental techniques of woodworking, and it’s also kind of a pain in the ass.
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Making boxes is one of the fundamental techniques of woodworking, and it’s also kind of a pain in the ass.
Dust collection is a standard shop problem. When I was a kid, my father’s friend Monsieur Foulquier (who did most of the carpentry at the house in France) had a very old-school shop, where the floor consisted of a 2 foot-thick layer of sawdust; I know because I was curious and did a dig. His carpentry shop dated back to the Napoleonic era, I am fairly sure, and even had a central power distribution consisting of a bar with huge wooden pulley-wheels and everything could hook up/down through the use of long leather belts.
I’m going to post a series of this, I hope, as it progresses. Really, we’re talking about maybe an hour or two of actual work but … why not? Turning stuff on a lathe is tremendous fun when it comes out right. I realize that by posting this I am setting myself up for failure.
It started around 2:00pm and came down in gusts, thick and wet.
This scared the shit out of me. And, worse, I subsequently figured out a better way to do what I was trying to do, anyway.
Mold-making can be a pain in the neck. And it’s a truism in the model-making community that the better you are at mold-making the better your objects will look. So, it’s not uncommon for good casting artists to spend an inordinate amount of time on their molds.
I’ve been busy running around building forms for casting the liner for the forge body, and dealing with a bunch of other stuff, including stressing out about my first colonoscopy, which is tuesday morning.
I’m a bit baffled by the attention that Americans pay to pillows. Don’t get me wrong: I love a great big pile of pillows to sleep in, but on youtube I’ve seen adds for cubic pillows, weird conforming pillows, and elsewhere anime-print pillows of sexy girls. And then there’s “mypillow guy” arch MAGA-head.
That song still sends shivers down my spine. It sounds like a bunch of very stoned people jamming with their heads in a bad headspace. If I’d been in charge of the evacuation from Kabul airport, I’d have had someone queue it up on the public address system, then run for the helicopter.
The shop doors project is finally drawing to a close. I’m “only” about a year and a half behind but I’m going to blame politically-induced psychological stress for my apathy – once it’s comprehensible then it’s excused, right?